Many folk in newly created nations are choosing to name their country how do you Tom write a 100 word story
I showed my wife what I had written today. She asked me what I had done with my day. I said I wrote these stories. No, what I meant is what did you accomplish, get done. Done? I finished these. I’m amaze how many just flowed out onto the page. Then the smile appeared, the supportive, but quiet disappointed smile. I made her a bowl of soup. Tended the fire deep into the night until the glow remain even with the door shut. As she slept I found I had a story or two left to type by the firelight.
Before the Wizard floated off and Dorothy vanished, the Scarecrow, Tinman, and Lion swore to rule Oz with intelligence, compassion, and bravery.
Instead, they spent their time bickering and fighting.
The Lion became foolhearty. Barroom brawls ruined his once-magnificent pelt, making him that much more sullen and angry, drinking more, fighting more.
The Tinman was overly compassionate, giving away everything in the Treasury.
The Scarecrow, stuck with the balance sheets, yelled “Damn you both!”
The leaderless Winged Monkeys and Witch Castle Guards received news of this chaos.
They marched on Emerald City, ready to overthrow the misguided and incompetent triumvirate.
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If you give me 10 dollars I will draw your portrait. The relancatent spinster agreed. I followed her across Paris and was careful to keep my distance. I recorded the people she greeted and noted the people she avoided. After a time I found she never melted into a crowd. After a time I saw she never wasted a moment. At the end of the day I handed her my handiwork a single sheet of paper with no more that a 100 words. She smiled she sighed she frown and she cried. She opened her purse and handed me a 20.
I had a raging crush on Mary Beth Sullivan. She was the cutest girl in my class. On Valentines Day 1962 I got my courage up and gave her the biggest valentine I could find in the store. When I handed it to her she smiled, but handed it back to me. I was crushed. She whispers “My heart belongs to another” and she kissed me on the cheek. Mary went on to found the Sister of the Heart. Save thousand in the Sub continental famines. Last year the pope made her a saint. I light a candle in remembrance
Prisoner 280 asked the headsman’s forgiveness for stepping on his foot, and she placed her head through the guillotine’s stock.
As the sentence was read aloud, she imagined her husband enduring this same insult nine months earlier.
Unlike the king, her head did not drop into the basket, but sailed over the crowd, spinning on to the cobblestoned street.
The town militia chased after it, but it soon rolled out of sight.
They tossed her body into an unmarked grave, which meant they never knew when it was dug back up.
The resurrectionist rubs his hands together, laughing with joy.
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I am a thief. I steel bits of soul. I do it when you’re watching, but your not really watching. If you spent the proper amount of time noting me noting you you wouldn’t have time to actually be living. A bit of your soul fills my pages and you never feel the sting or the hurt. You may not recognize yourself if you met eye to eye. You’d chaff at the description, discount the motivation, and be baffled by the internal logic. Why couldn’t you clearly see the you as the you I see. I’m a very good thief.
Her name was Splack.
I don’t remember if that was her first or last name.
When you have a name like Splack, it doesn’t matter. You don’t remember it.
Even if she introduces herself as Jenny or Ismelda or writes it on her panties and raises her skirt to greet people, once you hear the Splack, that’s all you’ll ever know her by.
The weird thing was, she chose to go by that name.
So, I went down to Human Resources and looked up what her full name was.
Closing the file quickly, I decided Splack was fine with me.
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If actors are the opposite of people surely writers are the bastard children of accounts and merchant marines Doomed to walk the land in daylight searching for a honest story with a lantern of tin. Success is not in the quality of production it is in the strength to persevere when the quality alludes, when the words swirl like the dry ash of a long forgotten flame. We who live and die by the word are cursed with begins incalculable tightly tethered to the knowledge the ends we construct always fall far short of where we wish them to tower.
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Welcome to the Weekly Challenge Number Two Hundred and Fifty, where I post a topic and then challenge you to come up with a 100 word story based on that topic.
The topic this week was “Eye Drops” and “It’s Just Magic”
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Xerxes
Heart pounding. Makes my arms and legs jump with every pump. Can she feel it? The sound in my ears is maddening. Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh. It feels like a runaway train. My god, can she feel it too? Is it shaking the bed, or is it just me? How long can this continue? Can’t sleep. Open an eye. She’s still there. Asleep. Good. The feeling, like I want to jump out of my skin. The terror. But it’s only my heart, throbbing, beating, carreening like a speeding car out of control. Two words flash in my mind, slowly. Don’t Panic!
I once knew this fellow, a genius on many levels, who held advanced degrees in biology, chemistry, and physics. He could explain, in minute detail, the myriad ways that elements could form molecules and molecules could form proteins, and these could create self replicating chains that carried information from one generation to the next. His name isn’t important; he collaborated with giants in the field, but never got the credit he deserved. Perhaps it was because of one firmly held belief. His faith would not relent. On his deathbed, when asked what made life possible, he said, “Its just magic.”
Tom
Blind Melon Chitlin was sightless since birth. The doctors at the Mayo considered him an excellent candidate for an experimental retinal treatment. The nurse applied the eye drops and wrapped his face in a micro-polymer to prevent any oxidation. He quietly played some Robert Johnson. The chief resident watched him play for bit then asked “How do you do that?” Chitlin replied “It’s Magic.” As the surgeon cut the wrappings he said, “So is this.” The first moment of sight for James Lewis Brown was filled will a ubiquitous hospital green, but for him it was the color of heaven.
Zackmann
I have a riddle. What do you call an MP3 player that fell in warm chocolate bark? On second
thought never mind, I just hope you have good taste in music. Anyways, I remember how much
you liked candied bacon where chocolate mixes with bacon and uff-ta tacos where lefsa is used
as a taco shell so I wanted to mix mom’s favorite food, fish eyes, with lemon drops. I take some
sugar, corn Syrup, fish eyes, and stir them together say “Double double toil and trouble” then
pour into candy molds. Soon, just like magic, a new treat.
Danny
I woke up one morning, my eyes were clouded, I could no longer see. I put some “eye drops” in my eyes, and “just like magic,” once again I could see, only to be horrified at the state of the world laid before me. I saw death and carnage in the name of religion, I saw the politicians speaking for the people, while shooting them in the back for standing up to their naked power. Thanks to my magic eye drops, I saw the world for what it is, and promptly gouged out my eyes. Wow, now that’s just Magic.
Chris
“First, I wanted to make something to help the blind.”
The reporter smiled. “Your famous invention.”
“Just magic eye drops. They let blind people see for a day, but I still wasn’t satisfied.”
“Just magic eye drops? How isn’t that enough?”
“It was quite an accomplishment.” I said. “However, I wanted to achieve something greater. I wanted to find a way to make a better world.”
“Have you had any luck?” the reporter asked.
“Some, but I’ve had problems getting enough Play-doh in orbit,” I said as a rocket lifted off outside.
Steven
The general nodded at the top science advisor. “So. Zombies.”
Sweat began to soak the curls of her hair. “Yessir. Zombies.” She held her breath. The country’s defense lay in the hands of this pompous man. “Sir, it’s a virulent, rapid mutating cancer causing extreme hunger. There are high concentrations in the eyes and-”
“No eyedrops to stop zombiefication, is there? That’s because they’re magic.”
“No, sir. But I’m sure that we can find a scientific solution-”
The general slammed his hand down. “Enough science. It’s magic.” He sat back. “It’s just magic.”
Michael
I’ve grown tired of the game we singles play trying to corral a mate at the singles bars.
So I took it upon myself, as a chemical engineer, to develop a self administered solution to assist singles in selecting the applicable mate after a hard night of positioning, conjecturing and manipulating.
You simply squeeze three eye drops in each socket and every member of the opposite sex appears to be completely irresistible.
Beer goggles are no longer needed.
One caveat, when first light falls upon the trophy at arm’s length extreme disbelief may result.
Good hunting.
Terrazabyte
Remember those X-Ray glasses you could order from the back of a comic book?
You know the ones that would allow you to see through walls or even through clothing (for experimental purposes only).
Today, scientists have come up with an eye drop that will finally do just that… allow true x-ray vision!
They work like magic, just put one drop in each eye and behold.
I looked at the first person I saw and she wondered what I was doing, so I told her.
WHAM! 30 min’s later I woke up in x-ray with a broken nose. It worked!
TJ
How do I write 100 word stories? Well, I look at the topic and let it
bounce around in my brain for a week alongside working at a newspaper
and rehearsals for this production of “Who’s Afraid of Virginia
Woolf?” I’m in – I’m playing George, we go up in April – then
Saturday rolls around and I haven’t come up with anything, so I curse
my own inadequacy as a human being and knock myself out with a crowbar.
I come to at about 11:15 p.m, I punch in any damn’ thing and that’s
pretty much what you’re stuck with. Enjoy!
“You’re going to love this,” he said, opening the garage door. He
had a giant… well, the only thing I can call it would be a cauldron. A
cauldron, in the middle of middlewest suburbia! He was making Super Bowl
chili, cooking down sides of pork, shanks of beef, bags of beans and
rich, ripe tomaotes and a complex blend of spices. The smells filling
the room were delicious, savory, amazing. He dropped some ice into my
drink as we took in the glorious sight. “It’s like magic,” he
said, “except nothing happens.” Not true! We all helped it
disappear. :D
Norval Joe
“Help me, Murgot” Guenert called outside the kitchen door. “Cursed I been. Out here by the woodpile.” “Not to worry, Guenert,” Murgot said and slammed through the door. “Probably, it’s just magic. Wear off soon, it will.” “Nope,” Guenert sighed. “Fixed it is on me. Everytimes I picks up this firewood, I drops me drawers.” “Yup, cursed stupid you be and only magic you needs is a belt,” Murgot laughed, and listened to the wind. “I hears little people in the frozen banana forest.” “I like to eat them bananas,” Guenert said. “”I like to eat them people,” Murgot said.
Planet Z
Yes, I am blind, but I can see you just fine.
You look confused. Let me explain.
In my youth, I was the victim of a malicious prank.
My eyedrops were replaced with acid, and my eyes were burned out.
The elves gave me this silk blindfold which allows me to see.
I don’t know how it works. It just works by magic.
And it allows me to see better than I had seen before, when I still had eyes.
However, with this blindfold, I cannot blink. Or cry.
I see everything, and what I see, cannot make me weep.